the story of me growing up, I don't know I think you guys all think I'm some nerdy physics dork so I figured I'd let you know where I really come from. Drug Dealing since I was a little guy since 13 allways been a part of the money I make in life Crazy shit to have done Looked down the barrel of guns Face fears eye to eye Beat up Jumped chased with knifes won and lost fights Sold about every drug under the sky except for barbiturates Fuck that shit Zany bars, heroin, A lot of my friends that crap was killing At least 15 I could list both my best friends shot themselves in the head too many times arrested multiple felonies contested Eventually to become a master IT technician From pushing my mental medication to legit fat paycheck making more than my friends with a college education Not only that but Taught myself all this information always learning To move up my situation Master anything I put my brain to application Only 3 years in the this Rap habitation Rose to the top with the many skills of my musical relation allow this presentation In the streets I grew up With shadows that creep darkness was to reign Many Lessons to gain move with a swagger in my stride many crazy stories provide The bad guy Spit lyrical hurricane give you a nervous strain rhyme skill level inhumane on another plane Control I don't abide by in any way Rhythmatic Pleasure is what I provide Life of hustling I did reside No trail to me display loyal to me, myself and I Push mind medication all my life Fuck the cops and the government of where I reside This the other Part of my persona which makes up most all of this guy facts about myself I usually don't provide Clubs, Raves, back to my place parting for days scene in check money making fat stack Another Tab taken tripping balls Crazy color run down the halls bass vibration it cause waves of pleasure in air pressure pill pop in plenty collection of many more twenty pockets packed fat cash always sold aplenty Time to re-up come back Supple never lack I be ready we party on the steady DMT, LSD, MDMA, ketamine, mescaline psilocybin COCAINE for your brain Grew up selling things to minds elevate put mental in higher state Small or in quantity don't discriminate pink champagne, 4 way window pane, About the quality to provide always better products at a better price than the other guy Crazy shit to my life provide not just working some 9 to 5 for a dick i don't respect life I was to find Full of lies work until you die Not what my life I was to be about diverse in the skills learned was to be my chosen route Contain Stories that get a little gritty grew up depth of the city life living on the edge not so pretty Warrior born and bred A legend My story will be said cold stares always aware Never scared don't try to compare From the corner to the back alleys at night Always move with precision ready to throw down Move in silence no flashy gold chains no fancy cars Only idiots be loud as fuck and flaunt their wealth Real gangster move in stealth protect my heath make the wealth Path did definitely provide strife exacerbated my life Crazy Complicated individual past contain pain residual became situation critical explosive like combustible chemicals This path only led with me Either In prison or dead No more about me to be said so I used my head and put my path to prosperity instead found the spirit molecule At thirty three one that that controls consciousness and our to life connectivity became a leader, a teacher, a preacher, Many Book reader, success achiever, soul healer Lyrical prophet addicted to physics From the cosmos to the sub atomic ended up a little jaded not with society or anyone related Never mind sedated energy entangled with infinity green eyed left handed pointed eared human anomaly hashtags: #sinnapz #SINNEWSHIT #SINTHEWORDSMITH #singangsterwayz #Rap #HipHop #Rapper #Freestyle #Bars #Lyrics #Beats #Flow #Music #Trap #GangstaRap #Underground #Mixtape #NewMusic #UnsignedArtist #HipHopCulture #RealRap #SpitFire #HipHopHead #RapGame #DopeBeats #RapLife #HipHopNation #RapArtist #HipHopCommunity